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Blitz shifts her snarl into a prideful look of triumph. She slides off Night Terror, stands up, then offers an assisting hand down to him. He ignores her offer, standing up on his own.

Night Terror (unfazed by his defenseless position) stares up at Blitz with an annoyed expression hidden behind his mask.

Night Terror is laser focused on the comings and goings at the Caldero – a small Cuban restaurant with an active night life. He rubs his finger against the edge of his goggles, and the specialized lenses zoom in on the establishment’s large windows to provide him a detailed inventory of the patrons carousing within.

Sunil nods, and rolls over – his back now to Henry. But neither of his eyes close, as thoughts race around inside his head. He unconsciously brings a hand up to his own throat and begins to frantically rub his fingers against the base of his neck. When he realizes his unconscious habit, he pulls

Henry hands Sunil one of the cardboard pieces he brought with him. The two settle down in the grass a few feet away from Sandy. Using his backpack for a make-shift pillow, Sunil rests his head only to get a whiff of something rancid. Lifting his head, he looks at the stain facing up at

Henry uses his foot to nudge Sandy on the shoulder. Sandy’s only response is to blow out an extra puff of air.

Sunil looks at Henry, then back down at the board. After a moment, a grossed-out look takes over his face.

Sunil and Henry look down to Sandy, and then over to the sandwich boards. Sunil is the first to notice the message scrawled across the outermost one.

Sunil pulls Henry along, and they make their way to an empty park bench.

Sadness grows across Henry’s grizzled face and he grows quiet. Sunil gets uncomfortable, trying to think of the right thing to say. He spots his change of subject dead ahead.